“When I Ask Myself”
[Excerpt]
How do I look back on those cold, short Winter days? I think to myself, they went by quick. But did they? Now they’re over, it’s easy to say. But, I was not alone in my loneliness and strain. It was a difficult time to settle inside myself, to view myself, to be stuck with myself…and all I can think is, it’s over…yay!!
And it becomes a reflection of – of what do I want? What shall I place in the expectation box during this waxing moon? What shall I grow? What seeds shall I plant? What dead shall I cast away? And what will remain? That is the truest answer to a reflection…what remains…?
What am I even looking at?
But moss and stone…
When the world gets eaten away by the ocean…rock and stone will remain.
“Inside – A Personal Poem”
“Poetry About Grass Seed”
Here comes the rain!
Like little drops of rescue
It comes to signal
The return of the fescue
Grass grown in the valley
Will ship out, overseas
Where the rain will feed
The mouths who said please
Railway cars
Will ship precious
Commodities
With freshness
And oddities
The rarities
Will be kept separate
From those
Who are desperate
To claim the grass
For themselves
For shells
Shoot o’er the ramparts
To sneak tales
Of the compartments
Into housing precious
For-sale seed allotments…
by Robyn Eggs
